Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.